Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Coming to Terms ( Chapter 14 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Drabble Prompt was: "Grip". Word count set at: 500
A/N: This is once again another sequel, this time following "Played".
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.


He didn’t believe it--no, he wouldn’t believe it because he didn’t understand it. How could that ditz, the blonde, that woman, trick her daughter? For that matter, why would she get Bulma into the position--well, positions--that he’d just had her in? Had the blonde Briefs actually known what would take place?

He shook his head. It just didn’t make sense. No matter what direction he looked at it from, her mother was neither smart or witty. Although Bulma had argued otherwise just a few hours ago, “Mother may not be book smarts.” He blew out a breath of air and levitated further off the ground. The pressure of the higher gravity working against his straining muscles.

That was for damn sure, her mother seemed to have less brains than that idiot Kakarot! Which again brought his mind back to how had Bulma so easily taken her mother’s bait? He knew she was much smarter than that, how had she not seen through it? He couldn’t even recall a time before the androids when he’d asked her mother to relay a message to her daughter. Why would he have started now? Just because the threat was over and he’d decided to stay, instead of blowing this god-awful planet up, didn’t make him a nicer person.

Although he was still training most of his days away, he would now venture out during the day and try to find things that would stimulate his mind. He’d been fairly impressed when he had stumbled across the library, as well as an indoor and outdoor pool. How had he never noticed these things before? That’s right, he was too busy trying to become The Legendary, then getting distracted by the blue haired woman. He let out another breath and concentrated harder on pushing higher through the gravity.

He let his muscles relax, taking the full force of the weighted gravity on his body. The problem was that he had to put up with her. It had been bad enough when he’d first arrived at Capsule Corp with the Namekians, but when the news of Trunks’ conception was announced…. He couldn’t seem to get away from the blonde.

He growled and lowered himself to the floor. As he went to turn the gravity off, his stomach rumbled. He had forgotten to eat lunch after his shower today. He grumbled as he marched back to the house, and toward the kitchen.

“Oh, there you are, Vegeta,” the cheerful, ditzy voice called to him.

He had fortunately become a master of tuning her high-pitched nonsense out. He just grunted at whatever she had just told him, and sat down, waiting to be served as usual. A plate of food was set in front of him, and he continued to ignore her shining presence.

That was until her cheery voice said, “I hope you enjoyed your time with Bulma.”

His eyes widened just a bit as his mind finally processed her words. Shit, it was her doing after all.